I just walked into the bathroom and caught a look at myself in the mirror. My blue shirt has the familiar discoloration of baby spit up. It reminded me of when my oldest son was a newborn and I took him to Starbucks with me to collect a paycheck. The girls I worked with couldn’t stop talking about how cute he was because he was “so little” and “adorable”. Then a funny thing happened. He spit up. They were grossed out because this little baby spit up some of the milk he’d had just before we left the house. I landed on my shirt, my arm, and my hands and I proceeded to clean him up and clean myself up before heading back home.
As I looked curiously at the stain reflected in the mirror, still unsure when that occurred, the Holy Spirit reminded me of something I thought I’d share with you all. God is a Father who loves us, his children. He loves deeper and more perfectly than I could ever love all three of my boys. And when we say or do the stupid things that we say and do on a daily basis, it’s like we’re spitting up all over Him.
He doesn’t get grossed out by it, he doesn’t hold us at a distance because we’re nasty; he brings us closer to him, wipes us up, feeds us again, and takes the same joy in us that he had before we spit up.